C1059 Clean up the mess

"Sigh, when did I sigh?" Murong Jingmian reclined on the imperial concubine's chair in depression, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.

"Listen to me," she said. Lin Xiaoxiao had accompanied her to her room for a long time, so other than sighing, Murong Jingmian did nothing else.

"I was just sighing out of instinct. It didn't mean anything special." Murong Jingmian continued to explain